Luyện nghe bài hát Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)

Oooooh,

(The Game)
That's Lloyd Bank's singin',
You betta tell your boy to his mouth closed,
Or he gon' get a tux,
And a wake,
How my bow tie lookin'?,
You ready?,
go.

When I see Banks it's goin', (down, down)
If you in the car wit em' you get, (down, oooh well)
rifle,
And i'm on sight so,
Ski mask, i'm psycho,
My gun got scope.

Two in the leg em, (down, down)
Thirty feet away he fell, (down, oooh well)
Touch like Michael,
One of the dice, oh!,
You wanna gamble your life,
die slow.

Now your goin', (down, down)
Tony Yayo to run,
I him, (down, oooh well)
I hate the Jakes,
Pat him down his cake,
He be a clown nigga,
Might as well his face.

And how I get, (down, down)
Fuck G-Unit i'm not (down, oooh well)
Used to ride em',
Slice up the pie em',
Got out the group,
'cause I wasn't gon' die em'.

And how it went, (down, down)
At Hot 97 we came, (down, well)
Had Thirty wit' me,
that sport the Dickies,
out of cabs,
We just want to to 50.

We wanna know what's (down, down)
pulled heat it went, (down, oooh well)
Had to the block,
I ain't tryna' the cops,
Heard a shots,
Then I the shell cases drop.

Told to get, (down, down)
I looked back and saw my nigga goin', (down, well)
I said,"homie we leave em'",
What if my dyin',
Soon as we hit then,
We heard sirens.

Oh shit!, goin', (down, down)
Guns out, they tellin' him to get, (down, well)
He on knees,
Blood out his jeans,
22 should I go to jail or flee the scene.

Either way goin', (down, down)
So I hopped in the truck and went, (down, well)
Broadway in a suburban,
One on my mind,
Go til' them fags get murdered.

'cause he to get my nigga shot, (down, down)
But he survived and now he (down, oooh well)
To the station,
at the Double-U waitin'
On me to and now I gotta shake em'.

wanna take a nigga, (down, down)
We on the same goin', (down, oooh well)
fitted,
Got the lean,
So they ain't me,
Now mad as fuck,
And gotta my Range Rover leave.

Hit the 95 and head, (down, down)
It's to so i can lay it, (down, oooh well)
Catch the first thing smoking the L-A-X,
up my Air Nikes,
Then I slept the flight.

Had a dream it goin', (down, down)
Woke up and saw my comin', (down, oooh well)
the palm trees,
everyday,
New York's my home,
But i'm in L.A.

And i shit, (down, down)
The throne was empty so I sat, (down, well)
And just my biz,
Theres two to every westside story,
And I just tell it it is.

And how it went, (down, down)
On my son all that went, (down, oooh well)
So stop them lies to all them motherfuckin' magazines,
And stations nigga you know what happened.

Me and Banks aint, (down, down)
Keep shit, i'll lay you, (down, oooh well)

You ran out the backdoor nigga,
All I wanted to do was man,
To see was what.

Y'all was too fuckin' to come, (down, down)
You've been to Compton, you how I get, (down, oooh well)
So y'all nigga,
And it's that,
For life.